Nan Liyue never looked at her. She faced her but didn't look at her. It was like Luo Qianhua's unparalleled beauty only existed in the same frosty stamens thousands of years ago. Then, it didn't take much effort to throw her away. He walked towards Kuangze, and at the same time commanded in a deep voice: "Bring Cang Yan here."
The sound is like falling jade in a deep spring or the sound of silk and bamboo. It is so beautiful but very rare. He insists on greeting Qianhua with "hum", which makes Qianhua lose face. Face is something that Qianhua doesn't care about when he is calm, but he doesn't care about it when he wants to. He refused to let go: "Who is Cang Yan? What do you want to do? Will you die if you ignore me?"
Nan Liyue only turned her slender and straight back to Qianhua. Her purple-gold mysterious robe fluttered lightly in the windless cave. Following it, Luo Qianhua roared with gnashing teeth.
Kuangze followed the order and left. Nangong Xiaoxiao, who stood awkwardly aside, sympathized with Luo Qianhua's miserable situation and carefully reminded him in a low voice: "Cang Yan is a man-eating wolf..."
After being startled, Qianhua turned pale: Man-eating wolf! Could it be that Nan Liyue wanted to find a piece of game that was neither immortal nor demonic for her beasts
Before Kuangze attracted the monster, Qianhua had to explain her situation to Nan Liyue: "I am a hedgehog with thorns all over my body, which is not good to eat. When I first cultivated my human form, I was destined to , What a coincidence, I ended up like this by accident, it really wasn’t intentional!”
Nangong Xiaoxiao seemed to have something to say, but then Nan Liyue slowly turned around, her dark pupils shooting out cold light like the edge of a sword, and finally looked directly into Luo Qianhua's trembling eyes, but her expression was as calm and unconcerned as before. Move half a ripple: "Cang Yan will see who you are."
Nangong Xiaoxiao, who was standing by, swallowed his breath, and at the same time swallowed half of the sentence he had just finished: "The so-called cannibalism only eats immortals, demons, humans and ghosts with pure spiritual energy, and does not eat elves with mixed spiritual energy. "
Although she didn't say these words, Qianhua didn't feel like she was being insulted. But after looking at Nan Liyue's Mo Tong for a long time, Luo Qianhua suddenly sighed quietly: "There is a purple fire in your eyes!"
Nan Liyue's expression was indifferent, or even expressionless. His peerless face seemed to be an ice sculpture that had not changed for thousands of years. No matter how windy and stormy it was, it could not cause any ups and downs. Naturally, Luo Qianhua never noticed: the moment she opened her mouth, Nan Liyue had no expression. There was clearly a fleeting fluctuation in Liyue's eyes.
That wave of waves was so well hidden that even Luo Qianhua, who was trying his best to capture this guy's thoughts, couldn't notice the slight change, so he teased and said: "Does the demon lord lose his demon spirit if he talks too much? Since you put me He's been arrested. After all, he should be interrogated and asked, shouldn't he?" As he spoke, he slowly moved closer to Nan Liyue, as if he wanted to take a closer look at the purple fire in those deep pupils, but Nan Liyue Unwilling to fall off Qianhua's enchanting attack, she subconsciously stepped back and looked away.
At that moment, Luo Qianhua successfully captured his slightly frowning expression, so she was extremely excited: "Ha, it turns out your face is not made of ice!"
Once again, Nan Liyue expressed her disdain with a cold snort.
Cold is Luo Qianhua’s first feeling towards this man, and madness is the feeling she feels now; to say Kuangze Kuang is young and frivolous, with nowhere to vent her impetuousness, but Nanli Yue Kuang is a mysterious person. A threat, invisibly oppressing thousands of flowers, the tears that have been frozen for thousands of years in the cold, turned into ice to hide the murderous intention, unable to tolerate the slightest warmth, let alone the heat
As a result, Qianhua no longer dared to continue to use her meager strength to melt the ice sculpture. She was afraid that being overly diligent would lead to fire, so she consciously took a step back and walked to Nangong Xiaoxiao's side, standing upright obediently. (To be continued)